“Excuse me, sir,†I imagine the scenario playing out, “do you mind if I barge in on your life to see if I can save your life?†At what point does concern morph into presumption? The line between kindly interventions and condescending ones can be perilously thin. More
Was writing simply cathartic, an unloading of pent-up frustration, pain, occasional exhilaration? Or was this part of a nobler cause, something that would fall under the purview of healing, something with ultimate benefit for my patients? For if it wasn’t the latter, was I not simply exploiting my patients for their readily accessible drama? More
Every time Jade backs into my tiny office, I am impressed. With a skill worthy of a New York taxi driver, she maneuvers her manual wheelchair in reverse into the sliver of space between the exam table and my desk in our crowded city clinic. More